Warnings: Loose mentions of religion are made throughout the story. Nothing too bad though, but it's called for because of the plot.
Disclaimer: I don't claim any following mentioned characters or brands.

Lilly groaned, prying her eyes open after shifting to her side only to discover she wasn't in the same room with the unidentifiable man anymore. Instead, she was located within a large, messy one with blue carpet and matching blue bed sheets kicked right beside her head. She jerked back before sitting upward, backing herself against the nearest wall.

A clipboard, similar to the one the man had handled earlier, was placed astray of her and she cautiously picked the plastic board up, scanning over the papers attached to it.

Lillian Truscott, with your full permission and consent, you signed a contract with the devil, hereby committing yourself to the previously discussed deal. To refresh your memory, it will be restated in writing:

You promised if you were able to successfully exchange your soul with an assigned other's within a two month time span, you will be granted back your own life. If you succeed or fail you will also not be judged for making such a pact and exchange with the devil and will be given the equal opportunity to pass through Heaven when your real deliberation day has come. With that confirmed, here is your appointed soul:

Joseph Adam Jonas

–What, wait?!

She blinked, rereading the underlined name. The name Joseph Adam Jonas stared unwavering back at her panic-stricken eyes. No. This couldn't be true. Jonas? That couldn't be right. . . She was assigned to steal Joe Jonas's soul?

Why on earth did he owe his soul anyways? Wasn't he, like, incredibly religious to begin with?

Lilly shook her thoughts away, carefully pulling herself to her feet. She'd figure out what he did later. Now all she wanted to concentrate on was to gather her bearings and figure out exactly how the hell she'd successfully con Joe Jonas out of his extraordinary valuable soul.

Glancing at the clipboard, she flipped the first sheet of paper explaining the contract she signed over and groaned when the next was filled with text. There wasn't a manual on how to exchange a soul in sight. But she supposed the devil wouldn't make it that easy, he'd love to see her squirm a little. Even more so if she shamefully couldn't complete what she promised. He had to know Lilly was hardly a quitter and a very, very sore loser.

The body beside her stirred and her hand gripping the clipboard had fallen limply to her side, her eyes widening as her own body stiffened and rendered itself motionless. Instead all she could to do was watch the half-slumbering boy roll to his side before he groggily pried his eyes open, blinking slowly to clear his blurred vision.

The blonde bit her lip. For waking up – she glanced at the digital clock resting on the burrow aside of his bed, quickly reading the time bolded in red letters on the device – five in the morning, he was damn cute.

At first Joe didn't seem particularly interested in her invading presence, sleep still clinging desperately at his body. Then realization had hit him – quite forcibly might I add.

"What the hell?" So far for being a good Christian. Joe yelped, losing balance in the process, and flipped off his mattress, colliding headfirst into his room's mesh carpet.

Lilly contained a squeal before hurrying toward the fallen celebrity, bending down to level herself with the flushed boy. He picked the upper proportion of his body up, groaning as he rubbed his aching head, before locking eyes with Lilly's. Instantly he jerked his head back, pinning himself against the side of his mattress as his eyes widened with complete terror.

"Oh god, please don't scream – take anything, anything, you want from my room. Just don't take pictures or go into my brother's rooms or –"

"And why exactly would I want to scream or take pictures?" she questioned, swiftly cutting him across.

He blinked, clamping his mouth shut upon her interruption before answering, "well, there's really not a good explanation of why you're in my room other than assuming you're a fan that somehow managed to get past security."

"Oh. . . Oh. No, no, I'm not a fan and I'm not stalking you," she assured, well, half-assured. She was definitely a fan. Definitely a big fan. "I'm just dead."

Joe's face perked at her last statement, cocking a challenging eyebrow in return. "You're dead?" he repeated. Wow, this one's a complete nutter. "Alrighty then." There was bold underlining of sarcasm to his tone and she felt her eyes narrow at his mockery.

"You think I'm lying?!" she hissed harshly and he didn't reply; biting his bottom lip nervously as the blonde glowered at him through fierce, ice-blue eyes. She took his lack of a response as a meek yes. "Call someone in here, ask if they can see me and we'll 'see' whose lying!"

Joe quickly snapped out of his apparent stunned trance, sharply retorting, "call someone in here? Why? So you can meet another Jonas brother? I sure as hell don't think so!" He stared determinedly at Lilly before lifting himself to his feet, now towering over the short girl adjacent from him. "Listen, I'm gonna be a nice guy about this and not call security or the police and just ask you to leave, alright?"

"Trust me," she insisted bitterly, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "I would if I could."

Despite her boiling frustration she felt a pang of disappointment within the hardened depths of her heart. This wasn't the Joe she had first met a year ago when she, rather – Otus, and Miley, err Milo, attempted to sabotage the brothers' recording time at the studio because of her friend's jealousy. He appeared to be a genuine, nice person. This Joe, however, seemed far from the boy she initially assumed he was. But then again, maybe he was just fantastic at making first impressions, or maybe she really did look like the fifth girl this week trying to stalk her way into his house.

Just as he was about to respond the room's door swung open, revealing his older brother, Kevin, standing underneath its threshold. Sleep was still evident in his cherubic face and he ran a hand lazily through his head of curls, yawning as he asked, "What's with the noise, Joe? It's, like, five in the morning. Normal people are usually asleep right about now."

Joe's eyes widened, glancing at Lilly whom wore an according smug expression. He felt his insides turn unpleasantly at the sight of the blonde's satisfaction and decided he'd try to kill it by any means necessary. "Hello Kevin. Her!" He jabbed a finger directly towards Lilly who raised an eyebrow in return.

Kevin blinked, glancing at the apparent said girl Joe was pointing manically at. He saw nothing. Absolutely nothing. "Joe. . ." he began carefully. "You didn't find my stash of pixie sticks, did you?"

"You have a stash of pixie sticks?"

"What? No." Kevin lied. "What I meant was, you haven't been. . . eating anything sugary, have you? You know how you are when you get your sugar highs."

"Wait, so you don't see her – at, like, all?" Kevin shook his head and Joe withdrew his accusing finger, dropping his arm to his side. "But she's right there. She just stuck her tongue out at me and called me an idiot – you didn't see or hear any of that?!"

"You better get some more sleep bro," smirked the elder Jonas. Kevin waved lightly at Joe before heading down the hallway and towards the kitchen.

Once Kevin was out of earshot Joe returned his gaze back upon Lilly, feeling his eyebrows furrow together in desperate confusion. "But-but. . ." he trailed off, realization sinking slowly in. "Does that mean I can see dead people?"

Lilly rolled her eyes before shaking her head. "No, no. Don't flip your lid, okay? You can only see me because. . ." she paused, lies streaking across her mind before she managed to pull a decent one from the others, "I'm your guardian angel."

"Guardian angel?" he repeated, clearly unconvinced.

"Yeah. That's why no one else can see me – I'm not significant in their lives," she continued, lies effortlessly falling from her mouth. And up until now she thought she was a terrible liar. How wrong was she! Well, desperation tended to bring the worst and best out of people. Apparently, it brought the best out of her worst trait. "I was sent here because, uh, because you're obviously doing something immoral."

"And what exactly are you supposed to do about it?" he questioned accusingly.

"Well apparently your soul is sold to the devil already because of a sin you committed," she replied lightly. "So, just hand your soul over to me and we can save all the future pain and agony!"

"Fat chance!" scoffed Joe. "If you haven't figured out already, I like living. I've been blessed with a pretty amazing life that I'm not going to give up. You're wasting your time. So you can just go back to heaven or wherever you came from."

Lilly narrowed her eyes at the young popstar. "Oh, trust me, I'm not going anywhere."

"And what do you think you're going to do?" Joe challenged the fuming blonde.

"I can promise you it won't be pretty," she answered, "because, I assure you, I'm staying right here; right with you."

Joe rolled his eyes before pivoting; making a quick beeline for his door as he headed out of his room. Without hesitation Lilly was on his heels, intending to follow through with her deal even if it killed her, literally.

This was going to be a long two months.

Author's Notes: I wonder what Lilly has in store for Joe. Hmmm. Well, you'll have to stay tuned for the next chapter to find out. Reviews?